There's a guitar here in the window I'd like to play before it's sold. It's such a classic, mint condition, Great shape for one this old. Now all these axes have their stories, Of the gigs that they have seen But when this one sold the first time I was seventeen. 'Course back then I didn't want it It was way too new for me. I needed something old and righteous With its own authority. So the first guitar I ever bought Was twice as old as me 'Cause its life was full of music, As I dreamed that mine might be. And I played that thing a thousand nights And traded it away For something slightly newer That was easier to play. But now lately I buy new guitars They're shiny as a hearse. I still like the look of road wear, But the roles have been reversed. And now this thing is a classic But I still don't need to buy. Yeah, the old one's have their stories But by now' So do I.